qafmaniac (qafmaniac) wrote in qaf_scavenger, @ 2008-11-14 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | spank me challenge |
Spanking Contest entry #2
Title: Lessons
Author: morgan_is_randy
Timeline: Takes Place After 210 when Brian walks off with the “ooh scary trick”. Why was everything suddenly back to normal between Brian and Justin in the next episode?
A/N: Huge thanks to happier_bunny for encouragement and to tweedygal for the huge fast beta job.Any other mistakes are due to the author’s overactive mind.
Lessons
It was almost one when Brian left me outside of Babylon to go home with that trick. The guy wasn’t even that hot. Some of the men Brian finds attractive are down right disgusting. An ass is just an ass. A mouth is just a mouth. A cock is just a cock. I know, I know. And Brian is coming home to me so that’s all that should matter. None of the other crap should bother me. But it does.
I’m taking a nice hot shower, breathing in the steam and using the massage setting on the showerhead to loosen up my muscles. I have to clear my mind and stop thinking of all the grim possibilities that would prevent Brian from actually coming home to me. I lean against the wall and let the water’s pressure pound down on my body. It feels so good, though I’d still rather have Brian in here with me, massaging my naked body with his strong hands. He knows just how to get the kinks out of my shoulders and the knots to loosen up in my lower back. I really wish he’d walk in the bathroom now. Instead, he’s off fucking that ugly…
Fuck. I have to stop thinking of him. Okay, I have to get my mind geared towards something that doesn’t involve him or I’m never going to relax. Let’s see, what do I have to do next week? I’ve got to hand in the project for Graphic Design 102 and I’ve got to get prints made for my portfolio to show the Dean my progress. I have to call my mom back tomorrow now that I’ve got my schedule for the diner. It’s been a while sine we’ve gone out to dinner so I’m sure she’ll be happy when I tell her I can meet her Wednesday night. What else? I need to pick up some milk, lunchmeat and some snack food tomorrow. I refuse to eat at the P.I.F.A. cafeteria and I think I may have used the last of the turkey for yesterday’s lunch. It’s surprising how much better I feel now that I have arranged all the mundane tasks for the next week.
I step out from the direct spray of the water, grab the shampoo from the shelf, and squirt it into my hand and then massage through my hair and scalp. This action relieves all signs of the headache that threatened to creep up on me. After rinsing the shampoo out, I start to wash my body with the way too expensive body wash Brian bought me. I may have sensitive skin, but really, Aveeno had worked just fine for me. I suppose this French shit does make my skin a little softer but it’s not really worth the twenty-dollar difference Brian paid for it.
I rub the bubbly suds along my dick, sliding it in and out of my fist, making my cock hard. I take my hand away from my dick. I prefer to have something inside my ass when I come and I think I’ll get out a dildo and relax on the bed. I lather up my pubes, intent on finishing up my shower quickly now that I’m feeling horny. But as I look at them, I realize how long and unkempt the hairs are. I think it’s been over a month since Brian trimmed them or shaved me. What body hair I do have tends to grow fast. I bend a little and run my fingertips between my ass cheeks. The silky hairs surrounding by asshole feel a little longer than I like. I don’t exactly have anything better to do so I decided to trim and shave myself.
I step out of the shower, making puddles on the tile I’ll have to remember to clean up when I get out. It’s freezing outside of the warm glass enclosure so I grab the supplies from the cabinet as quickly as possible. I take out the items from the kit, lather my groin with the shaving foam, grab the razor and begin shaving.
I’ve done this a few times by myself, but Brian prefers to be the one to do it and shaving my ass and under my balls can be a little awkward. I can manage it but usually I’d rather have Brian do it.
I love shaving Brian too. It’s intense and extremely erotic. The first time he asked me to do it after the bashing, it was a little less erotic. I was scared shitless that I’d cut him or that the razor would slip. But it didn’t. It was a test of trust in the weirdest but simplest of ways. Allowing someone you regularly annoy and piss off to have a blade near your genitalia equals trust…or stupidity maybe, but I like to see it as the better of the two.
Body hair doesn’t necessarily bother Brian, or me. That is, until right when it starts growing back and can be a little itchy. Otherwise, I love burying my nose in his pubes, especially when they mat together from his sticky come. He loves it when I grab at the hairs around his nipples with my teeth and pull them or when I tug at the hairs on his treasure trail with my fingertips. Goose bumps always break out all over his body and a quick flush spreads across his skin. Thinking about Brian like that makes my cock even harder than it was, but that actually makes it easier when trimming around it. I took a shower so that I would relax and stop thinking of Brian, but I can’t stop thinking about him. At least now, my thoughts involving Brian are much sexier.
After I shave around my cock, balls and perineum, I grab the small scissors and trim snip away some of the scraggly hairs under my armpits. Doing this makes me think of one of the hottest things Brian loves. This thing, armpit licking, may sound a little dirty. Which is odd, since it’s more acceptable in the gay world to eat ass than it is bury your face in your partner’s armpit. I don’t really understand what is so taboo about it though. I love it, especially when Brian goes wild for my smell.
Sometimes when we’re getting ready together after taking showers he’ll whisper to me, “Don’t put on any deodorant after you shower” and I know what I have to look forward to later. He’ll smash his nose into my pit and huff out breaths as he douses the springy hairs there with his spit. He’ll sniff and lick under each of my arms. It tickles at first because it’s such a sensitive spot, but then it’ll drive me mad with desire for him.
I am the often the one that puts an end to this onslaught of foreplay. It turns me on to have it done to me but the raunchy act makes an unexplainable energy release from inside me. I have to end the torture and pull his face towards mine so that I can lick inside, tasting the salt of my sweat and skin inside his mouth. That carnal taste makes me loose all control and will have me coming against his cock as I thrust my hips up, rubbing against his, in tandem to the ferocity of our kisses. Or I’ll have to grab a condom, slip it on his cock, and ride him so hard I pass out on his chest before he can slip his dick out of me.
God I’m so hard right now. My need to be fucked only gets stronger as I wash off my hole and then run my fingers over it. The water provides mild lubrication. But I use it and slowly push one of my fingers into my hole. My inner ring instinctively tightens around my digit. I lean my head against the wall, spread my legs a little more and move my finger around a few times. My breathing labors and I start to get that tingly feeling in my stomach and my body heat rises. I reach that precipice where I have to pull my finger out now or shove a few more in and stroke my cock until I come. I don’t want to come from my fingers and now that I think about it. I don’t want to come from a dildo either. I want Brian.
I rinse off one more time and get out of the shower. I rub my hair and body down with the heated towel and then use the towel to clean up the spots of water I got on the floor. Once I’m dry, I stand and look in the mirror and run my hands all over my body. My pubes are dry now and I can see that I did as good a job as Brian does. I feel my balls and then inspect my crack with a few fingers. The lack of hair makes me extra sensitive there, causing a shiver of excitement to run through my body. I look in the mirror and smile in satisfaction.
I know that a freshly trimmed groin, silky smooth balls and a pink, hairless ass drives Brian wild. The last time he shaved my ass, he spent a half hour eating it afterwards. I am looking forward to that! And though I’m still pissed at him, the thought of surprising him with my now smooth, manicured body excites me even more than I already am. But not only because of the sexual pleasure, I know I will get from it.
I knew when I started to shave myself that it would piss Brian off to know that I did it with out him. I’m sure that he won’t let his irritation show. However, inside he will regret missing one of his favorite forays of foreplay.
I grab my toothbrush from the holder; turn on the water and begin to brush my sly smile. After that, I go and lye down in bed. It’s nearing the time that Brian should be getting back home. I stare at the clock as it counts down the next twenty-four minutes nearing to three a.m. and when I hear the loft door open at two minutes until three, I close my eyes.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” he grumbles from the living area.
“Obviously,” I say this with more edge to my voice than I intended. I open my eyes and watch as Brian steps into the bedroom. He doesn’t look at me. He walks past me and into the bathroom, though he doesn’t shut the door.
If Brian is with a trick before he comes home he usually takes a shower and though I love a sex-smelly Brian, I like a clean one just as much. I hear him take a piss and then start the shower. I do my best to be unaffected by the thought of Brian naked, wet, and running his soapy hands all over his body. But I’m feeling horny tonight. Hell, I’ve felt horny all day. More so than usual, which is one of the reasons I wanted Brian to come home with me alone. I can’t let myself go when we bring tricks home the way I can when it’s just us. Sometimes I need that and it isn’t only about my jealousy. But I’m sure I’m not the only one in this world that wants Brian for them self.
My libido is surging. I should be tired but my drive for Brian is keeping me awake. But I try to think of all the things in this world that turn me off as I wait for Brian to come join me. I watch the clock turn its numbers and list dozens of gross things off in my head to keep me in the bedroom instead of jumping at Brian and begging him to fuck me.
I think of fat guys with plumber’s crack. I remember my 3rd grade teacher Ms. Linestone’s mole on the right side of her nose that had a life of its own. I quiver in disgust at the image of the time that I walked into Daphne’s room and caught her boyfriend, naked with his face buried between her legs. Yeah, lots of gross, scary thoughts to make my cock soft.
I let out a sigh of relief when finally, at 3:19 the shower shuts off.
“Can’t fucking put his toothbrush where it goes,” Brian softly grumbles.
I smile as I hear him start to brush his teeth. Brian will say that I leave my toothbrush on the counter to annoy him, but I don’t, usually anyways. He deserved it tonight though.
He starts spitting and then gurgling mouthwash. I’m so weird. My cock must know that it’s getting closer to Brian time because it starts to get hard again when I hear him doing this. I know that Brian is only brushing his teeth, but I guess its because I also know that he’s naked or wrapped only in a towel so that makes the simple act even better.
His wet feet tap against the floor as he walks back into the bedroom. I expect him to slide under the duvet but he doesn’t. I turn onto my other side and look at him. He’s squatting down, naked, still wet from the shower. His dick is half-erect between his legs. My mouth waters and I consider crawling over and taking it in my mouth. He pulls out one of the drawers under the bed stopping me from doing so. He looks up at me and I smile at him.
He smirks at me and then looks back down in the drawer. I watch, wondering what sex toy he’s going to pull out, hoping that he’s not going to throw me a dildo and tell me he’s going to sleep, and denying me of his cock. He has never exactly done that of course, but for some reason that terrible thought spills fearfully into my thoughts. Brian pulls a black box from the drawer and places it on the bed. “Here,” he says, smirking again.
“What is it?”
He stands up, pushes the drawer closed with his foot and then crawls on the bed. He holds the box out to me and smiles devilishly, “A present Sunshine.”
I sit up and cautiously take the box from him. It has the insignia of the porn store Brian orders things from on the top of the box. “It’s three-thirty in the morning and you’re giving me sex toys?” Shit. Maybe he did get all fucked out by that nasty trick.
He bumps his shoulder with mine, whispers into my ear, “What better time is there to receive new sex toys Justin?”
He’s right I guess and from the way he’s looking at me, I know that whatever is in the box isn’t just for me. He’s excited too. I turn my face and kiss the side of his mouth quickly before lifting the lid. I fold back the black silk material and gasp at what I see. Shivers of desire and fear mix under my skin, making my pulse quicken.
Well. I suppose I’m the one that’s surprised tonight.
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I spread Justin’s ass cheeks and feel a literal shock go up and down my spine. My mouth waters as instant reaction to him.
“What do we have here?”
He looks back at me and bats his eyelashes. Little fucker is trying to be cute. I let his cheeks go and slap his thigh.
“Brian!” He shouts and laughs at the same time.
I reach forwards and massage his ass, spreading his cheeks apart so I can look at that hot little hole again. He moans as I blow cool air on it, making his hole contract rhythmically with my puffs of air. I give it a small lick, tasting a little soap and whatever it is that makes Justin Taylor have the most deliciously flavored ass in the world. I can’t tell him that though, he’d get a big head.
“You like it?”
“Quit trying to get me to give you a compliment,” I say, smiling in spite of myself.
“I trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls too Brian.”
I look under him to see his work, but can’t really tell the difference in the pubes surrounding his dick. I’d flip him over to have a better look but I’d rather have him on his hands and knees right now. I play with his cock a little, squeezing it and thumbing the pre come out of his slit. Then I cup his balls in my hand, rolling each one around in my palm, forcing him to jerk his head down into the blankets. I glide my hand away from his balls and drag it up between his cheeks, pushing against his asshole a few times before I rest my hand on the small of his back. I rub that spot for a few minutes, waiting for his breathing to calm down.
“So…so I got it all?” He asks me, looking back into my eyes again.
He did a wonderful job. Knowing however, that he did this, without me, after his little queen out does not escape my attention. The little twat knows how much I enjoy doing it and I’m sure he had visions of pissing me off with every swipe of the blade against his tender flesh. I roll my eyes, “Oh, I’ll make sure you get it all Justin.”
As quickly as possible, I bind him in the restraints. I hadn’t planned on trying out all the new toys tonight. I’d planned on just using the thigh to wrist cuffs, the blindfold and my hand. But Justin, being the eager slut that he is, wanted to open every package. I warned him that we’d be putting each one to use tonight if he did. But he opened everything. Including both cock rings. Fucker.
About a month ago, we tried out the penis gag and riding crop I’d bought last year. We never had the chance to use them. I didn’t want to push any of the light BDSM stuff we’d gotten into before he was hurt. But one night when we were both particularly horny, he was trying to find a suitable dildo and found those new toys. He begged me to wrap his wrists with my tie as we’d done before, but I didn’t think his hand was ready for that, even if his mind was. I promised that we’d do that once he was stronger. I joked and told him it was something he could look forward to, a milestone. I’m glad we’ve reached that place because there were times I wasn’t sure we would.
I shop online to get the good condoms in bulk. I was on the site two weeks ago to get them and I started adding all the shit I gave him tonight to the cart. What intrigued me the most was the black, leather, fur lined wrist cuffs that attached to thigh cuffs. I’d seen them used before, I liked the idea that most of the restraint would pull at his thighs, and depending on how I moved him; I could actually buckle the wrist cuffs to just under his elbows and I didn’t have to worry about the leather cutting into his skin or hurting his wrist and hands.
Justin teased me about the fur at first. Even though there was a picture of a big beefy guy on the fucking box wearing them. But I’ve ignored him until now. He’s going to pay for making fun of me when I was only thinking of his comfort and safety. I have the little twat strapped into them now. He’s about to apologize in the best of ways. That is, of course by me making him beg me to spank him.
But first I need to give myself a little treat.
He moans and shouts, pushing back on my mouth as I rub my stubbly face against the sensitive skin of his ass cheeks. I lick him, suck on his hole and give him the best rim job he’s had in his… well, since yesterday. He bucks up and down; trying to rub his cock against the pillows crammed underneath him, trying to get off, though he knows it is a futile attempt. After a long time, my tongue is getting tired so I stop eating his ass. He has a few chafing marks on the insides of his ass, his hole is dripping, drenched, gleaming with my saliva.
He begs me to fuck him then. He practically screams for me to. “Fuck me Brian! Fuck me, fuck me please. Fucking fuck me now!”
And this is when I slap his ass for the first time, hard. “Don’t say another word Justin. You can whine and moan but don’t you say another word unless you are begging me to spank you. You got it?”
“Brian please, just fu…”
“You’re going to listen to me or I’m not going to fuck you,” I bellow, interrupting his whining. He knows we don’t have to play unless he wants to, but if we are, then he needs to follow my rules.
“Please no…” he whimpers.
I don’t know if he’s saying no to me telling him not speak unless he’s asking for a spank or if it’s because the thought of me not fucking him, at this point would be too horrible for him. I grin at the thought. “No you don’t want a spanking?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“I want you to spank me Brian.”
“What?” Let’s just be clear, that wasn’t begging.
“I need you to spank me Brian. Please. Please spank me Master.”
I raise my hand back and then quickly bring it down onto one of his cheeks, “Good boy.”
He jumps at the contact but before I can even take my hand away from his ass he begs, “More Master.”
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I drag the flogger down along his sweaty spine. He trembles as the tails fan over his ass and then rest against his hole. I switch the handle around and press the dildo side against him.
“Fuck me,” he whimpers.
I lay one hand on his ass cheek and he shivers under my touch, though his skin is red hot. His ass moves towards my touch and then away, he can’t decide if he wants me touching him or not. Justin groans my name. I take my hand away, he hisses, and his movements still. I jerk back the flogger and smack his left ass cheek with it, “What did I tell you Justin?”
He groans, clearly frustrated with me, with his body and mind. This has been going on for over an hour. It’s a damn good thing he opened both of those cock rings because neither one of us would have been able to hold off from coming this long. I mean, Justin would have come by now and there’s no way I’d let the poor boy have his orgasm all on his own after all this. I’m still waiting for him to answer me. When he does, his voice is only a whisper, “To not say word.”
I smack his right ass cheek, my dick growing impossibly harder as I watch the blood rise in little red stripes on his already red ass. “Unless?” I prompt.
“Not to…” he groans and shifts his body, turning his head out from the pillow to ‘look’ back at me. “Not say a word unless it was to beg you to spank me!”
I smile, “That’s right. Good boy.” I rub his ass with my free hand and he relaxes against the pillow again. His legs forcefully spread and his ass pointed in the air.
Fuck. I find myself shivering and aching to fuck him. He looks hot waiting for the next thrill. He doesn’t know if it’ll be the flogger, the leather or fur side of the paddle or a spank from the palm of my hand. I consider which one it will be, as rake my eyes over him. There’s nothing hotter than looking at Justin right now. He’s now blindfolded, drooling, and panting. His body positioned so he is practically upside down. His red ass is so high in the air, begging for more.
I rotate the tools I use to redden his ass as often as I rotate between kissing, licking and running the small black feather against his skin. All the sensations are completely in contrast to each other and it’s left him a complete mess.
Tears start to roll down his cheeks and he’s huffing his breaths harder than before. He’s more than ready for me to fuck him. But I want to take him just a little higher. “You don’t know what I’m going to do to you next do you? You can answer the question Justin.”
“No,” he whimpers.
I reach between his legs and stroke his cock. He makes squeaky noises when I do this. He’s so sensitive and I wonder if I’ll be able to get my dick inside him without both of going off the second I do. Torturing Justin is a shared event. I torture the both of us. “You don’t know what I’ll do. You couldn’t stop me. Of course, you could use your safe word if you wanted. I know I’ll never take you that far so that you’ll have to. But you don’t really know that. I could leave you tied up like this and never let you come.”
“Bri...” he starts to whisper my name but stops himself.
I let that slip up go. I continue my lesson, “Tricking, sucking, fucking, being tied up and spanked. It’s all about the thrill of the unknown. We both know how hot and hard it makes you.” I take my hand from his cock and rub his ass, “You love it. You always have. You get off on it just as much as I do. Don’t you? Answer me Justin.”
“Yes,” he answers.
I push the dildo end of the flogger so it rests a few inches inside him and start to move it around. He groans as the toy stretches his ring and I watch it, as though in a trance, tuning out his begging until I remove it and flip him onto his back. He gasps in surprise and struggles a little as I untie the cuffs and then take off his blind fold. I sweep the toys off the bed onto the floor and we both laugh at the clatter they make.
His chest rises and falls and he squints his eyes, opens them, and closes them repeatedly. I unsnap my leather cock ring and tell him to do the same to his. I grab a condom, slip in onto my cock, and lube it as I wait for him to relax. Once he settles down, I rub away the tears from his cheeks, “You love the intensity the unknown brings to sex.”
“I love your intensity,” he says, his voice gravely.
I lean over him and kiss him, brushing my hands through his hair, “Put me inside you.”
He gives me a tired but grateful smile and I smile back at him and kiss his neck as he leans up, bracing his left hand on my shoulder. His right hand reaches between our bodies. Justin’s legs wrap around my waist and his fingers wrap around my erection and guide my cock into his hole. I push my pelvis forward and close my eyes as his tight heat overwhelms my senses for a brief second. The way it always does when I first enter his body.
“Brian!” He chokes out my name in a surprise as I slide into him in one slow, smooth thrust.
Justin keeps his hand in between us to stroke his cock as I start fucking him. I’m not going to last long, and neither is he. He’s extremely vocal, looking me right in the eyes as he begs me to make him come. He begs me to fuck him harder, faster, gripping my shoulder almost painfully and then dragging his nails down my chest and squeezing my nipple and then pulling at the hairs surrounding it. A delicious chill falls down my spine and I pick the pace of my thrusts up. I move my arms from where they rest beside his head, lift my torso up, and place my hands onto his hips.
He knows without me asking him to move his legs up onto my shoulders and hooks his knees over them. He’s fisting his cock furiously, eyes closed and babbling obscenities that make me want to fuck him even though I am fucking him right now. Justin’s free hand goes back and forth between pinching and pulling at my nipples.
I shift my knees and lean back over his body, move my hands under his arms and pull at his arm hairs between my fingers. I angle my hips to shove my cock up and down inside him to hit all of his sensitive areas. The tingle starts burning through my balls lifting them closer to my body as they slap against the hot red cheeks of his ass. I bite along his collarbone and make my lips capture his just as I feel his ring start to contract.
Justin shakes, his body bows beneath me and he nearly kicks me in the head as his tremors force his legs to fall off my shoulders and spread out, held up by my body. He kisses me back sloppily and works his hole to milk my orgasm as I continue to make short jabs and moves of my dick within him.
I take my mouth away from his, clamp onto his neck, and yell into his sweaty skin as I begin my long awaited come. I try my best to not fall on top of his body, but I loose all semblance of reality as white dots shoot behind my eyelids and my insides contract with heated shivering spasms.
When I feel like I can actually move, I roll off Justin, feeling his sticky load stretch between us as I flop onto my back beside him. I look over at him. His eyelids are half closed but he’s smiling in satisfaction. I look down at my dick, skim the condom off, and toss it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. I feel like I just ran a couple miles. My heart is still beating like crazy I’m not sure I can move any more than I have. I look over at Justin again when I hear him laugh. “What?”
He doesn’t answer me. He just shakes his head, crawls over to the nightstand, and grabs my cigarettes. His ass looks really red. I should go get the cream from the bathroom and put some on it. “I’ll go get it,” he tells me, reading my expression. He hands me my cigarettes and a lighter.
I stare up at the ceiling, smoking. He takes a piss and then I hear the water run for a minute before he comes back into the bedroom. My cigarette his half-gone and I offer him the rest but he declines and crawls towards me. He takes the warm washcloth he’s holding and wipes his come from my stomach and tenderly wipes off my cock and pubes. “You need a trim too,” he tells me.
I spread my legs so he can wash the come that leaked back onto my balls, “You can do it tomorrow.”
His fingers trail under my balls as he washes me and sneak in between my cheeks, “I can fuck you tomorrow?”
I laugh and roll my eyes and put out my cigarette. I won’t dignify that question with an answer. I grab the cream from his hand. He straddle’s my shoulders, his ass in my face. I squirt out a little of the ointment and rub it on his cheeks, making him gasp from the cooling sensation. He moans in pleasure and rests his head on my thigh.
He lies there, silently, dragging his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. I feel my cock start to twitch, from his touch and his breath that ghosts against it. When I finish applying the cream, I clean my hands with the towel and throw it towards the bathroom.
Justin turns off the lamp and then crawls, gingerly beside me covering us with the duvet. He puts his head on my chest. I let him and wrap my arm around him. After the intense sex we had, he needs the contact and I don’t particularly mind it. I’m sure it’s more comfortable for him to be on his stomach anyway. I gave both the inside and outside of his ass quite the work out.
I close my eyes, feeling lulled to sleep by the orgasm’s after effects and the feeling of Justin’s fingers invisibly painting upon my stomach.
“Brian?”
Fuck. He never lets me sleep. I mumble. “Hmm?”
“I understand what lesson you were trying to teach me tonight.”
Good. “Mmmhmm.”
“But…”
But?
“I know you think I was queening out earlier. I mean, I was a little jealous but that wasn’t why I didn’t want you to go off with that trick.”
Yeah. Right. He’s just saying that because I gave him the best fuck of his life. Ungrateful little sh..
“I was thinking about that boy they found. I know you think that couldn’t happen to you. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that no one is invincible. And whoever murdered him could have done it because they were trying to teach him the same lesson that Hobbs was trying to teach me. The murderer could be anyone.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat and open my eyes to look down at him. He’s looking right at me, tears in his eyes. I nod my head, hoping he understands that I get it. But we’re not going to live our lives in fear of everyone and everything. I thought he’d gotten past that, at least for the most part. I guess Dumpster Boy’s death had more of an effect on him than he let on. I kiss his forehead, move my other hand so that it rests on top of his right hand and close my eyes. That will have to be a lesson for another day.
END